he said there are a lot of things in life that don't make sense,i said i know, like that time i laughed so hard at the wakei had to stay out in the garden making small talk with the smokers for the rest of it, like the time i shut myself in the garage and went to sleep in the backseat of your car, and how i'm not at all religious but i sat in church that day with my hands clasped and i prayed, how i kept the windows shut that sunday so what i prayed for couldn't get in,like the time i watched her throw your stuff out on the driveway, and when she managed to smash those plates even with her broken wrist, how most hearts start to sink when tempers rise,and the time i wanted to cradle that dead pigeon i saw at the train station, and you told me to answer the phone and i wouldn'tbecause i knew it was you,and when the night comes calling i always let him in, i'm never quite sure who he is, but he says he's paid for it so now i better fucking drink it, he says haven't you learnt by now that there's no message at the bottom, and i say please don't waste my time, you know i haven't got any spare i need it all, and if i was any sea then i'm sure i'd bethe dead one filthy,you do the crossing of my heart andi'll do the hoping

This is one of my favorite poems from youThe way it's written, the phrases tell a story but we're the ones who guide it (in a way).I could go on forever and a day just to talk about how brilliant you are and this is certainly no exception. In a nutshell: I'll love this forevermore.